Normally my mother is the one to make the beef stroganoff. But last yesterday she was at the hospital all day with my great grandfather a.k.a. “Bumpa” (love that guy) so I was left to make it by myself. I don’t know why but I was always scared to make it. Kinda like my weird fear of serving lasagna…don’t judge.
Refried beans and I…..we go way back. From quick dinners in my recital days, to the broken hearts of middle school (oh lawdy), refried beans have always been my comfort food of choice.
Ever since I can remember my family has had homemade pizza for dinner on Friday nights. So in that time we have gone through countless recipes.
But most of the recipes we’ve tried haven’t turned out and I was tired of pizza night being a total failure. I like good pizza and I like making good pizza, but when what I make tastes off, it’s a little discouraging. I knew good pizza was a possibility but I couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong.
My friend (after hearing me rant about my epic failure) offered to give me her favorite recipe that has always worked for her. I eagerly accepted and tried it the following Friday….
Never had I tasted something so lovely! Ever!
Believe it or not, I didn’t always use to buy vinegar two gallons at a time. Shocker, huh? But when I learned how many uses for vinegar there were, I couldn’t believe that I only ever used it for baking. Who knew vinegar had so many uses? One time, my little brother in the terrible two’s got a hold of a red permanent marker and thought our couch was the perfect canvas to display his artwork. You can probably imagine the look on our faces when we walked in the room. We can’t leave him alone in a room (or even turn our backs) for one second. But, somehow, we managed to get the awful red stains out of our couch successfully. How you might ask? Vinegar. And a little bit of elbow grease.